Won't Break Me - TG Caption

Part 1

“Whatever you try, it won’t work. I’ll never talk.”

“Oh you silly man, not even for me? All the boys sing for me, eventually.”

“Yeah, I can guess why. You're easy enough on the eyes. Under different circumstances I would be happy to make you sing, but it’ll take more than a pretty face to break me.”

“Yes, I imagine it will take the entire body. In fact, I have money riding on it, so please do hold out as long as you can. Won’t you? For me?”

“So it’ll be torture then? How depressingly predictable of you.”

“No, no, no. There will be no torture for you. At least, not the painful kind. No, we’re going to drown that brain of yours in so much pleasure that who or whatever is left at the end will sing and sing.  Look, it’s already starting!”

Something is certainly starting. I can feel sweat beginning to bead, first on my brow then rapidly spreading all over. As the rivulets run down, little hairs from all over detach and are washed to the floor. I can feel all of it in exquisite detail, every drop that falls. As my body hair is carried away, the hair on my head inches out, lightening in color and teasing now hairless shoulders. My skin puffs out slightly, becoming smoother, softer, and so much more sensitive.

“What are you doing to me?!” I demand, voice cracking into a higher register and staying there.

“We are changing you, making you more…compliant. Don’t worry, as I said, you will feel only pleasure.”

She’s not lying.  I’m trying to hold on, trying to keep my wits, my sense of self, but with every passing minute, that hold weakens. I’m weakening too, literally and figuratively. I watch as hours spent in the gym building muscle are undone as the mass flows away, leaving stick thin arms cradled in a layer of feminine fat. Next, my gut sucks in, tightening and narrowing. I  wonder where all the mass is going and the answer appears as I begin to rise up in my seat. Looking down to see what’s happening I’m shocked when I notice my hips and thighs have widened considerably with layers upon layers of muscle and fat, and, as I shift around, I feel a generous amount of wiggle from my newly enlarged backside. My torturer is right about something else too, instead of the agony I should be feeling every change is accompanied by the exact opposite. My body keeps sending me confusingly arousing signals that build with every alteration. I’m trained to deal with pain, but this, this is very different.

In a high, cracking voice I manage to stifle a moan and choke out, “..wont…break….me.”

Laughing as she reaches out, the diabolical bitch grabs an enlarged nipple between her fingers and begins to tease...

Part 2

Laughing as she reaches out, the diabolical bitch grabs an enlarged nipple between her fingers and begins to tease... 

That’s all it takes to start a chain reaction. A low, uncontrolled moan can be heard and it's a moment before my tired mind realizes it’s coming from my own plump lips. When she stops the feeling continues, spreading to my other nipple and growing even as they too begin to grow in a way no man’s nipples should. Not to be outdone, the flesh behind each rapidly engorging nub starts to thicken as fatty tissue pools and thickens. To my dawning horror and involuntary delight, my chest continues to fatten and expand until fully formed breasts hang hot and heavy on my now tinier torso. Even sitting, my center of gravity is thrown forward with the new weight and I lean against my bonds, panting and sweating. 

“Ha! Told you…you… couldn’t..” I trail off as the focus shifts to my core. So far my crotch has remained untouched, and, despite or because of everything I’ve gone through, my cock is straining, hard and aching for a release that still hadn’t and maybe never would come. Biting my lip in an attempt to stifle more moans I see the moment my once proud member begins to shrink. It loses none of the hardness, but is pulled inexorably closer to my body even as my balls are swallowed up, my scrotum growing tight as it’s drawn flush against my crotch. As it withers away a new need grows. I’m still shaking and struggling against my bonds, only now I’m desperately seeking the extra friction to drive me over the edge. Finally, the transformation completes, my penis disappearing into a tiny nub of overwhelming pulsing sensation. Accompanied by my screaming cry, my new vagina opens fully and wetness floods out, the muscles clenching, searching for something solid to grip and squeeze. I want something, anything to fill me, to- 

"Are you still in there? Do you still feel like resisting? No, that dull look in your eyes speaks volumes, even if you no longer do. But, I want to thank you for the show. You sing beautifully. Now, I have some very simple, very easy questions for you...